Job 16
1 Then Job answered and said:
Andin Ayup jawaben mundaq dédi: —
2 I have heard many such things; sorry comforters are ye all.
Men mushundaq geplerni köp anglighanmen; Siler hemminglar azab yetküzidighan ajayib teselli bergüchi ikensiler-he!
3 Shall windy words have an end? Or what provoketh thee that thou answerest?
Mundaq watildap qilghan gepliringlarning chéki barmu? Silerge mundaq jawab bérishke zadi néme qutratquluq qildi?
4 I also could speak as ye do; if your soul were in my soul's stead, I could join words together against you, and shake my head at you.
Xalisamla özüm silerge oxshash söz qilalayttim; Siler méning ornumda bolidighan bolsanglar, Menmu sözlerni baghlashturup éytip, silerge zerbe qilalaytim, Béshimnimu silerge qaritip chayqiyalayttim!
5 I would strengthen you with my mouth, and the moving of my lips would assuage your grief.
Halbuki, men eksiche aghzim bilen silerni righbetlendürettim, Lewlirimning tesellisi silerge dora-derman bolatti.
6 Though I speak, my pain is not assuaged; and though I forbear, what am I eased?
Lékin méning sözlishim bilen azabim azaymaydu; Yaki gépimni ichimge yutuwalisammu, manga néme aramchiliq bolsun?
7 But now He hath made me weary; Thou hast made desolate all my company.
Biraq U méni halsizlandürüwetti; Shundaq, Sen pütkül ailemni weyran qiliwetting!
8 And Thou hast shrivelled me up, which is a witness against me; and my leanness riseth up against me, it testifieth to my face.
Sen méni qamalliding! Shuning bilen [ehwalim manga] guwahliq qilmaqta; Méning oruq-qaqshal [bedinim] ornidin turup özümni eyiblep guwahliq qilidu!
9 He hath torn me in His wrath, and hated me; He hath gnashed upon me with His teeth; mine adversary sharpeneth his eyes upon me.
Uning ghezipi méni titma qilip, Méni ow oljisi qilidu; U manga qarap chishini ghuchurlitidu; Méning düshminimdek közini alayitip manga tikidu.
10 They have gaped upon me with their mouth; they have smitten me upon the cheek scornfully; they gather themselves together against me.
[Ademler] manga qarap [mazaq qiliship] aghzini achidu; Ular nepret bilen mengzimge kachatlaydu; Manga hujum qilay dep sep tüzidu.
11 God delivereth me to the ungodly, and casteth me into the hands of the wicked.
Xuda méni eskilerge tapshurghan; Méni rezillerning qoligha tashliwetkeniken.
12 I was at ease, and He broke me asunder; yea, He hath taken me by the neck, and dashed me to pieces; He hath also set me up for His mark.
Eslide men tinch-amanliqta turattim, biraq u méni pachaqlidi; U boynumdin silkip bitchit qiliwetti, Méni Öz nishani qilghaniken.
13 His archers compass me round about, He cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; He poureth out my gall upon the ground.
Uning oqyachiliri méni qapsiwaldi; Héch ayimay U üchey-baghrimni yirtip, Ötümni yerge töküwetti.
14 He breaketh me with breach upon breach; He runneth upon me like a giant.
U u yer-bu yérimge üsti-üstilep zexim qilip bösüp kiridu; U palwandek manga qarap étilidu.
15 I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and have laid my horn in the dust.
Téremning üstige böz rext tikip qoydum; Öz izzet-hörmitimni topa-changgha sélip qoydum.
16 My face is reddened with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
Gerche qolumda héchqandaq zorawanliq bolmisimu, Duayim chin dilimdin bolghan bolsimu, Yüzüm yigha-zaridin qizirip ketti; Qapaqlirimni ölüm sayisi basti.
17 Although there is no violence in my hands, and my prayer is pure.
18 O earth, cover not thou my blood, and let my cry have no resting-place.
Ah, yer-zémin, qénimni yapmighin! Nale-peryadim toxtaydighan’gha jay bolmighay!
19 Even now, behold, my Witness is in heaven, and He that testifieth of me is on high.
Biraq mana, asmanlarda hazirmu manga shahit Bolghuchi bar! Ershlerde manga kapalet Bolghuchi bar!
20 Mine inward thoughts are my intercessors, mine eye poureth out tears unto God;
Öz dostlirim méni mazaq qilghini bilen, Biraq közüm téxiche Tengrige yash tökmekte.
21 That He would set aright a man contending with God, as a son of man setteth aright his neighbour!
Ah, insan balisi dosti üchün kélishtürgüchi bolghandek, Tengri bilen adem otturisidimu kélishtürgüchi bolsidi!
22 For the years that are few are coming on, and I shall go the way whence I shall not return.
Chünki yene birnechche yil ötüshi bilenla, Men barsa qaytmas yolda méngip qalimen.
